Poets Who Walk and Write in Concord

After Malta…

Went off like a rocket
hit a ceiling
arched then spiraled
back to the ground

Imbedded in soil

forsaken talent Time capsule

lost for years long forgotten then found

There’s an urgent pressure to learn a fervent desire to teach there’s urgency to reach for what had ever seemed beyond reach

There’s a pressure to speak but without Love patience and understanding a teapot’s whistling screech is nothing more than a senseless act upon senses pummeling the deaf triggering hidden defenses with pressure of speech in wasted breath

A damaged shield is useless in a time of war reflexive responses animate sleep-walkers shake off the dust sleeping Saints awaken the avante garde fortify defenses

Between in and out a void a journey a walk a sojourn above atmospheric pressures or heated below inches of mercury

What is hermetically sealed in a vacuum vaporizes impurities the deeper the pull the more effective the catharsis

Two guys who hit it off at a writers' forum. One American. One Canadian. Both in the family of faith. Both constrained to magnify God, thank Jesus and welcome the Spirit. Verses of challenge, remembrance, thanksgiving, revelation and hope, prayerfully brought to light. (Psalm 107: 2-7)